#i hate myself for making this

[nobody-nexus]

My braincells are like ACTUALLY on fire

#the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #the digital circus #digital circus #tadc #pomni #tadc pomni #pomni tadc #shitpost #edit #pomknee #I hate myself for making this #it's not funny #but also it's hilarious #my ass is so tired #the rwby fandom did this to me

[katinkulta]

Me every time I see a post about Käärijä or Joker Out (or anything else really) that could be linked to Tommy via song lyrics or something Tommy's said:

#I hate myself for making this #the post is... has... is hijacked #tommy cash #(not tagging the others because it ain't about them)

[cringenamehere]

#I hate myself for making this #helluva boss #verosika mayday #resident evil #name soundalikes #helluva boss meme

[ardentastronomer]

SADSTUCK DAVEJADE WARRIORS AU 💔 💔

THEY COULD NEVER BE TOGETHER

#i hate myself for making this #i need to sleep fr #davejade #sigh #im so sorry everyone #shitpost #homestuck shitpost

[pallotdip]

there was no other way, the world had to be fixed

i hope lipbite faker haunts you as much as it haunts me <3

#zexal #ygo zexal #dr faker #i hate myself for making this #my art

[joshbruh10x]

This is 20 minutes I'll never get back god someone pls end me

#montgomery gator #glamrock bonnie #joshblogs #i hate myself for making this #20 minutes I'll never get back AAAAAA #if you'll excuse me ill break down in the tags rn #kckskdkskdkdksk #joshanimates

[tobyin3d]

i have sinned

//NSFW LYRICS

#paul mccartney #pipes of peace #beatles #i have sinned #i hate myself for making this #goddamnit

[cheezitsneepits]

I curse you with the same breath in which I thank you.

A super angsty malleus fic (btw this is in malleus POV) If this gets enough attention I’ll continue the fic otherwise I’m probably gonna leave it as is 💀

It’s been 76 years, eleven months, and 12 days ever since Yuu left. Most of my former classmates have laid their last breathes and said their goodbyes, this including silver. The blood that flows through him is not like ours, it does not hold the same capacity for longevity in life as we do. So, as his constitution grew weaker, Lilia and I knew that our final moments with him would be as heart-wrecking as we first believed it to be the moment we took him in. However, I do not regret it. There are a lot of things I believe I could have done better if not, refused to have done at all, but creating this temporary family with him, sebek, and lilia is something I will treasure. I will encapsulate them in my brain and heart until it (death) reaches me with its shaky hands and cold breath. However I will not shy away from death nor will I fear it.

 For it is a natural aspect of the life and death cycle that the world has meticulously constructed. Maybe it is due to the fact I have seen the wonders of the world and the surprises that it can bestow upon others that I can so calmly accept my natural fate, or maybe it is because of my longevity that I long for it to end. In any case, silvers words will never be forgotten by either me or the people who witnessed it. I still remember the pained silence and the sheer amount of force that a few sentences took for silver to muster solemnly, his last words serve as a constant reminder of how mortality looms over the lives of everyone. But, in that moment, silver looked the most at peace with himself.

Maybe it is because when facing the reapers people gain a grasp upon the line between living and death that even I, cannot understand.  Or maybe it is because he holds no regrets in the life that he has been given. Oh sevens, if there is a person who guides us that resides above us, please, let it be because of this reason that silver looked at me with such thankful eyes. Please. If there is a god, a deity, a spirit, or maybe a ghost, listening to me and my pleas let silver and all those who I adore and love meet the most peaceful end that you can possible offer them. A mere whisper is all I need.

Despite the copious amounts of power, wealth and fame that I hold in my palms there will never be another silver. Even as thousands of years pass will never be another one of him. Nor sebek, or even a Lilia. And for that I thank the universe or whoever gifted me the ability to meet them. Thank you for letting our paths collide and thank you for giving me those moments of happiness and bliss. But with that same breath where I thank you I also curse you. For making me live through their deaths and watching them crumble in front of me while I am forced to do nothing but watch as I cannot interfere with the choices that the world have decided upon.

 I do not understand humans emotions, but with the limited knowledge that I hold I can be certain that my beating heart is conflicted. My brain does not know the word for the things that my heart holds but Lilia recently told me that what I’m feeling is “anger”. Either it be towards the world or maybe even me for helplessly watching those who I love fade. But in the end, somewhere in my hallow heart holds resentment. I know this isn’t princely or noble of me. For rulers cannot be biased or show emotions towards their actions, they have to be cruel in the face of hardships for it is the rulers responsibility to take care of their people, but, for once I want to be my own.

Sevens, my thoughts have become corrupted. Oh how grandma would disapprove of me.

#twisted wonderland #malleus #malleus imagine #malleus draconia #twst malleus #twst #twst angst #angst #hurt #i hate myself for making this

[spideybonez]

graphic design is my passion(fruit)

#pls tell me you get my stupid joke #i hate myself for making this #fob #fall out boy #pete wentz #patrick stump #joe trohman #andy hurley #si's doodles

[kakyoinisgay]

Someone has to take away my ability to use drawing programs

and it's all because of this

#shitpost #jjba #i hate myself for making this #guido mista

[icy-hot-slut]

“W-what are you doing, step-ladder?”

#shitpost #bad post #bad puns #dank meme #dank memes #dankest memes #bad jokes #meme #i hate this #I hate myself for making this #enjoy

[greelin]

[AFTER REVEALING VERY TELLING PERSONAL INFO] But don’t read into that. let’s move along

#yes i hate feeding myself and refuse to make sure i eat. #yes i love to cook for other people and will bother you 1000 times to make sure you eat. don’t think about it

[ironshadowstorm]

Why does the slipknot skeleton look so DAMNNN CUNTY

Like HIPS

The hIPS

The pose

#slipknot #the gray chapter #random thoughts #I hate myself for making this

[notbrucewayne48]

"aphobia doesn't exist"

bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it

#i did some research about it and found out that the problem was principally that she had previous experience in the romantic area #so people just didn't take her seriously and said she was lying #even though she stated multiple times that she wasn't comfortable in those situations #now things are more calmed but damn #mind your own bussiness #i believe she knows more about herself than you #sorry if i offended you with this comment but i hate how aro/ace/aroace people are always left behind #insulted and rejected because they “dont know what they are talking about” #or because they “just have to wait for the right person” #or because they are “psychopaths and they are missing something” #i love that animator and she helped me realise a lot about myself #and now that i know the context i think i will start making a list and killing aphobes one by one #aromantic #arospec #asexual #aroace #acespec

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

#writeblr #warm up #this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru #but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist #ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school. #like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it. #was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes. #but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create'' #when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work #part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just #like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent. #speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r #ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week #this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice. #''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism #imagine if we said that about literally any other profession. #''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt? #u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky'' #we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY #''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''

[dailymanners]

Always use "excuse me" if you have to get into someone else's personal space.

Someone at the store is standing in front of the shelf where there's a can you want to grab? Don't just reach into their personal space without warning, say "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" first so that they at least have a warning that someone is about to reach into their personal space, and most importantly, so that they have a chance to move before you get into their space.

Or if someone is standing on a walkway or in a doorway you need to get through, don't just silently shove past them or squeeze past them, say "excuse me" so that they have a warning that a someone is about to squeeze or shove into their personal space, and they have a chance to move out of the way before you do you.

People deserve a fair warning if someone is about to squeeze or shove or reach into their personal space. A lot of people are not okay with having someone, but especially a stranger, randomly shove or squeeze or reach into their personal space without warning. They also deserve a chance to move out of the way first for the sake of their comfort.

Try to avoid just staring at people who are in your way and expecting them to read your mind that you want them to move. Most people cannot, in fact, read minds, so having someone stand in front of them and stare at them often only leads to making them feel uncomfortable and frustrated.

But also more importantly, if you are standing somewhere someone needs to get to, and they say excuse me, you should move aside for them even if just temporarily, so they can avoid the discomfort of having to reach into your personal space or squeeze past you.

If someone is saying "excuse me" it's because they would like you to move because they don't want to have to get into your personal space, whether it's out of respect for you, or just because they themselves are not comfortable getting in your personal space.

All of this goes double for people with trauma and/or people who are neurodivergent. If someone has trauma related to abuse or assault they may find it more upsetting or possibly triggering to suddenly have someone shoving or reaching in their personal space without warning.

Or, many types of neurodivergence can make it especially disturbing and unpleasant to have someone else in your personal space, especially without warning.

You can never be 100% sure who is and isn't traumatized and/or neurodivergent, so always practice respecting other's personal space by giving them a fair warning with "excuse me" or "pardon my reach" before getting in their personal space, and moving aside when you hear those magic words. Or, even if someone isn't traumatized nor neurodivergent, it's still fair to not like someone in your personal space without warning and not being given the opportunity to move first.

#manners #politeness #courtesy #good manners #etiquette #I'm so sorry I really tried to make this one shorter I really did #I trimmed the fat as much as I could but this was as short as I could bring myself to make it #Where I live most people will just shove into your personal space without saying anything #or just stare at you until you get the hint and move #and I hate it so much #Especially because I am both neurodivergent and have PTSD so I really hate people staring at me and/or shoving in my personal space